Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Thousands of years of working together, and he still didn't feel sad about the deaths of his former companions.

In fact, as the weakest among the Eight Demons, the leader even wanted to kick him out.

To have the Evil Lord assign another Body Integration cultivator.

"Big brother, we can't kill him."

The Giant Owl took a deep breath and said to the leader of the Red Li Eight Demons.

Chen Chuwu has a Spiritual Treasure protecting him, they simply can't do anything to him.

"It doesn't matter."

"People are already on their way, several Body Integration cultivators will attack from behind, I don't believe he won't die."

The leader of the Eight Demons remained calm.

"Since he wants to take us back, let him."

He had already received the message that reinforcements would arrive soon.

At that time, they would capture all the members of the Chen family.

They just needed to hold them back and keep them in the Northern Territory.

The other three demons nodded.

They allowed Chen Chuwu to gradually push the battlefield back.

On the other side.

Qu Chang shattered Mi Hun's physical body.

The fiery sun sword in his large hand completely burned through the foundation of the opponent.

Just a few more heavy blows, and Mi Hun's physical body would completely collapse.

"With the power of extreme yang, lend me the heavenly fire!"

Qu Chang snorted coldly and activated the technique taught to him by Chen Muyi.

For a moment, strands of free sun essence fire were drawn in.

They fell onto the sword in Qu Chang's hand, like golden paper.

Burning with the essence fire of the sun, for a moment.

The techniques used by the other three demons were suppressed by the nature of the sun fire, and Tianmu and Erren exerted their strength.

They made the three demons suffer greatly.

Chen Ruoxi also seized the opportunity and entered the battlefield, severely injuring one of the demons.

The situation was gradually becoming clear.

"Today, I will kill you first!"

"I wish I could slaughter the entire Mi family!"

Qu Chang separated his virtual self, forming a huge prison.

The fiery sun sword in his hand burst forth, Qu Chang's spirit and energy merged into one, pouring into the sun sword, becoming fuel for the essence fire of the sun.

With one sword, a huge curtain of fire burned, dispersing all evil.

Mi Hun, seeing this, lost all hope and tried to escape at all costs.

Suddenly, he was shocked as Qu Chang's virtual self turned into a shadow, imprisoning him, making it impossible for him to escape.

He was instantly terrified, trying to detonate his own life-saving Spiritual Treasure to seek a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect the terror of the power of the sun.

Moreover, it contained most of the spirit and energy poured out by Qu Chang.

With one sword, the sky was dyed golden.

Mi Hun was submerged in unwillingness, the essence fire of the sun was the best thing to restrain the soul, and he was completely annihilated before he could even Astral Project.

Another heritage of the Red Earth Emperor Dynasty was lost.

Imperial Capital.

Underground in the sea of blood, Mi Qian, who was using the endless power of blood essence to improve his cultivation, suddenly woke up.

His whole body trembled, causing waves of blood in the sea.

The platform in the center of the sea of blood, where the ancestral coffin of the ancestors was placed, shook.

Almost waking up the ancestor of the Mi family.

"Brother Hun."

He sighed and emerged from the sea of blood.

He landed on the platform, placing his hand on the ancestral coffin.

"Ancestor, our time is running out."

Mi Qian felt the intertwining of life and death coming from the coffin, murmuring.

"Evil Lord, I hope you keep your promise."

"Otherwise, even if I have to risk my life, I will severely wound you again."

A murderous intent flashed in Mi Qian's eyes.

Since accepting the Evil Lord's techniques and help, he had brought the dynasty that the Mi family had built for generations to ruin.

Even killed a large number of his own Mi family members.

All for the sake of his Immortal Ascension and resurrecting the ancestor.

In this way, even if the entire Immortal Spirit Continent is sacrificed, what difference would it make?

"Chen Clan!"

"This is really damn!"

Mi Qian's eyes were filled with killing intent, his gaze penetrating through layers of illusions.

Why did he let the Chen Clan jump around in his territory all this time?

To draw out the other party's reserves and let the Evil Master lineage handle it for him.

Mi Qian had always held a distrustful attitude towards the Evil Master lineage.

To be able to possess and induce him to use such destructive techniques and methods, what good thing could it be?

In plain terms, it was mutual exploitation.

Mi Qian wanted power, cultivation, and authority, and the Evil Master lineage could help him with that.

The Evil Master lineage wanted resources, population, and blood food.

This was all a kind of exchange of interests, but in this chain of exchange, he was at the bottom, always being led.

Including now.

If it weren't for his breakthrough to the Mahayana stage, the other party would still have some fear.

I'm afraid he would still be in a puppet position.

Now, what he needs to do is to use the Chen Clan and the Evil Master lineage.

Exhaust the power of both families and completely turn the tables.

"Chen Clan, I hope you can force that old thing from the Evil Master out."

What Mi Qian hoped for naturally was to benefit himself.

He didn't know what he was thinking as he looked at the ancestor in the coffin.

"Tianhuang King, let's kill these three demons together!"

Qu Chang just caught his breath, retracted his illusory self, swallowed a few pills given by Chen Chuwu, and couldn't wait to join the battle.

To kill the three demons.

"Kill!"

A chaotic battle broke out, with Qu Chang joining in, and after a moment, another person was severely injured.

The four demons besieging Chen Chuwu had no choice but to send one person to assist.

Chen Chuwu fought three against one, and the more he fought, the easier it became.

"They're here!"

"Boom!"

The leader of the Eight Demons was delighted, and a blood thunder exploded in the air, directly hitting the Eight Trigrams protecting Chen Chuwu.

The Eight Trigrams visibly paused, giving the leader of the Eight Demons a chance to spit out a blood arrow that pierced through the Eight Trigrams.

Hitting Chen Chuwu.

"Hiss!"

This sudden attack caught Chen Chuwu off guard, causing him to stagger.

Immediately, the killing formation inside his body activated, forcing out the corrosive substance in the blood arrow.

"Blood Li, can you still fight?"

Three men dressed in red robes, holding scepters, descended from the sky.

They surrounded Chen Chuwu in perfect coordination.

"What's wrong, can't even handle three against one?"

One of the red-robed bishops sneered.

"If you can do it, then go ahead!"

A cold light flashed in Blood Li's eyes as he quietly transmitted to his two companions.

"Wait until I kill him, this Eight Trigrams is a good thing!"

One of the peak Body Integration bishops stared at the Eight Trigrams with greed.

"Treasures naturally go to those who are destined, let's see who acts faster!"

One of the red-robed bishops was displeased. Obviously, the three of them saw the Eight Trigrams as something they could easily obtain.

"Then let's give it a try."

One of them sneered.

The three peak Body Integration red-robed bishops joined in, instantly increasing the pressure on Chen Chuwu.

He had no choice but to summon the Xuantu Shell, protecting himself, and placed the Eight Trigrams inside the shell to enhance his defense.

"Such rich blood essence!"

"It's simply a great supplement, no one should compete with me, I want his physical body, the treasure is yours!"

With no worries, Chen Chuwu ignited the vast blood essence within his body, doubling his combat power.

One killing formation after another manifested in the air, and a punch struck, causing the sky to tremble.

Seeing that Chen Chuwu intended to fight six people alone, a middle-aged man among the red-robed bishops laughed.